DS 31

Aunt Jung-hye whispered in the kitchen.

“Why would such a big guy come rolling into this unremarkable sushi restaurant this late at night?”

Eun-myeong cut the fish heads and put them into the spicy soup pot.

“He must be trying to impress you.”

That’s not it… Images of the man’s crude words and outrageous actions flashed through Eun-myeong’s mind.

Grabbing his private parts and telling him to urinate in front of him, sneaking under the covers while he was sleeping, every word uttered by him was filled with vulgar implications.

However, while such negative thoughts rushed in, another part of him defended the man, saying, ‘No, he’s not completely bad. Look, even now, he found a job for Noona.’ The angels and demons in his mind fought fiercely.

Of course, he couldn’t tell which side was the demon, even for himself. It all felt so surreal and confusing for someone who was love-starved.

“Auntie, I’ll stay here. You can go home first.” Eun-myeong added hesitantly.

“He came to pick me up…” he explained meekly.

Aunt Jung-hye’s eyes flashed. This moment further confirmed his suspicions about the relationship between Eun-joo Noona and the man.

“Anyway, you have to see these men drink. See if they get rowdy when drunk, if they crawl home properly or not.”

Even while preparing to leave, Aunt Jung-hye repeatedly lectured Eun-myeong.

“All their smooth talk doesn’t matter. You need to see if they open their wallet or not. Do you understand? The ones who are all talk will run away through the back door sooner or later.”

She even elbowed Eun-myeong’s side when he spaced out.

“You need to observe carefully if he’s going to be your future brother-in-law.”

“That’s really  not it…”

Despite Eun-myeong’s quiet protest, Aunt Jung-hye’s suspicious gaze toward the man didn’t waver.

“There’s definitely something about him that doesn’t add up, I’m telling you. My instincts are never wrong.”

Whew, Eun-myeong sighed softly as he saw Aunt Jung-hye off. The small figure in thick clothes left the restaurant. Her tightly permed hair fluttered in the wind and rain.

 Ah, she forgot her hat… Aunt Jung-hye had already walked too far by the time Eun-myeong noticed it.

Now, Eun-myeong was alone with the man in the restaurant. The stew bubbled on the table. It was a spicy soup with plenty of chopped peppers. His palms grew sweaty with tension as his nervousness took over.

Unlike his usual preference for premium alcohol, the man ordered a green bottle of cheap soju. Eun-myeong poured the soju into his glass with a gurgling sound.

“I want to drink too.”

When Eun-myeong held out his glass with both hands, the man smirked. His eyes seemed to say, ‘Look at this kid, acting all grown-up.’

“Can you even drink?”

Eun-myeong nodded slightly. In reality, he couldn’t hold his alcohol well and would get drunk after a few sips. But, as some loud customer had said, it was rude not to accompany someone when drinking.

“Have some, then.”

When the man tilted the bottle, Eun-myeong quickly held up his glass. After a couple of rounds, Eun-myeong, who had shown uncharacteristic confidence previously, quickly became flushed with alcohol and started hiccupping.

“I’m a bit drunk.”

As he mumbled this, he felt a numbing gaze on his forehead.

“Boss.”

Feeling strangely awkward, Eun-myeong rubbed his wrists together. It felt itchy somewhere, as if new skin was growing.

“About my sister.”

He wanted to thank him. He wanted to say that despite the crab shell incident, he was still grateful to him for getting his sister a job at the firm in the capital…He even deliberately drank alcohol to gather enough courage to thank him. Yet, the words wouldn’t leave his throat. He was frustrated, not knowing why his lips wouldn’t open.

“I talked with my sister earlier.”

But the man showed no trace of emotions, as though he were a block of wood..

“You’re quite close for someone who doesn’t even share a single drop of blood.”

Ah… Eun-myeong’s voice trailed off. But taking it as a compliment as he usually does, he carefully added, “Yes, we grew up together since we were young.”

They had grown up together in the same orphanage since childhood. He was his only family, friend, and companion.

When Eun-myeong nodded in agreement, the man said, “Then you must have seen her piss her pants too.”

Again with the filthy words, Eun-myeong sighed internally. Yet his expression was as casual as if he were saying “the soup is saltier than expected,” making Eun-myeong doubt his ears for a moment.

“Poor thing.”

The man laughed, pressing his tongue against the furrow of his mouth. Then he craned his neck back and took the glass of soju into his mouth.

“Take off  your pants.”

“…Here?”

Eun-myeong asked in surprise, and the man looked down at him. His emotionless eyes didn’t seem to budge. Eun-myeong immediately looked down.

He felt foolish for having such unrealistic fantasies, which he had been happy about just a minute ago.

He hadn’t even closed the shop yet when Eun-myeong was dragged into the small room and forced to lower his pants. Trembling, he lay face down like a dog in heat, exposing only his ass to him.

“Looks like you went back to that house, huh?”

His shabby underwear was revealed. The elastic was so stretched out that it looked like it would drag down if he pulled it just a little to the side.

The man made Eun-myeong lie face down on the sticky floor and then poked his hole with his thick middle finger.

“Did you stretch out your ass well while I wasn’t here? Lying here like this, the smell of jizz is leaking out, so other bastards must have gone crazy with lust.”

Eun-myeong regretted the words he had babbled to Aunt Jung-hye earlier. Then, he recalled the words she had used to describe him. She had called him an incorrigible thug. That unrestrained, condescending gaze, that vulgar way of speaking, was the raw essence of a gangster. Clearly, she had been right.

“No, nothing like that happened…”

“If you want to pay off your debt quickly, you need to dig into your hole.”

Eun-myeong added an excuse, saying that he had no intention of being negligent.

“Yes, I should, but the Boss didn’t come.”

His finger roughly rummaged through Eun-myeong’s hole. He stirred inside, collected the dripping fluids, and shoved them back inside.

“Hng, hah, ungh!”

Eun-myeong felt his mind going blank, his slender legs trembling in pleasure. His plump buttocks shook, and his entire being quivered under the man’s touch. 

Rumble, rumble, rumble, it rained, masking the indecent sounds from the worn-down restaurant. Eun-myeong covered his mouth with the back of his hand and suppressed his moans.

“Huu, haaah…!”

Sniffles leaked out. The slippers that had been precariously perched fell to the ground.

“I have blood relatives who are half-related to me.”

He was barely conscious from moaning, but the man continued.

“We hate each other so much that we’d be disgusted just by the scent of each other.”

Even though he seemed like someone untouchable, as if no blood would come out even if you stabbed him with an awl, he still had relatives. Eun-myeong trembled at the truth he was hearing.

“If we had two bullets left, we’d shoot each other.”

His buttocks heaved, repeatedly swallowing and releasing the man’s cock. Eun-myeong twitched and shook his feet. It felt like he was inserting his cock between the wrinkles of his brain. Semen dripped down between the folds of his ass cheeks as Eun-myeong moaned wildly.

The man reached inside his apron and took off his shirt. Before he knew it, Eun-myeong was only wearing an apron. The man just lowered his zipper and rammed into Eun-myeong’s rear. It was truly a brutal speed and force.

“Haaheuk, ha, heut, heuk!”

Miscellaneous items dropped from Eun-myeong’s apron pocket. A bottle opener, a pen, a small notepad, and a few shabby thousand-won bills.

He scattered the pile and examined, trying to find the object that had been poking his skin earlier. It was Eun-myeong’s tip that totaled 4,000 won.  To think that 4,000 won was the value of Eun-myeong’s body. It was absurd. He didn’t know how, but there was even a black hole that looked like cigarette burns on one of the notes. Moreover, there was something scribbled in the margin.

[Oppa’s number 016-4237-43xx]

“Pfft, hahaaha.”

The man also burst out laughing as he read it.

“You really can’t escape your origins, huh.”

Thwop, thwop, fwap, Eun-myeong’s buttocks hit against the man’s crotch.

“Huu, hng, hnng, hik, heuk.”

The moans were muffled by Eun-myeong’s palm, bleeding out in suppressed sounds.

“I can see that  even if it’s not your noona, if there’s any bastard you can fuck, you’ll just roll your eyes back and cling to them.”

“N-no..hik…, it’s not, hnng, like that, haa.”

Opening his mouth to refute while continuing to suck his cock with his hole and occasionally moaning his words were terribly inconsistent, even to himself.

Thanks to the soju, the urge to pee kept stimulating him. He wanted to take off his apron, but the man grabbed Eun-myeong’s nipples through the gap.

“Look how swollen the head is, this thing.”

Even though he wasn’t touching it, it was swollen like a ripe cashew nut, constantly trying to push up his clothes, which was a big problem. Sometimes, when it brushed against his clothes, it was so rough that he couldn’t help but moan.

Roughly thrusting, Eun-myeong was pushed by the man’s violent movements, his head banging against the locker.

“Heuk!”

The old locker crumpled miserably. And of all things, it was Noona’s. He had unlocked it with a starched toothpick before, and the door opened with a creak. The items inside spilled out. Among them were new stockings, still in their packaging. The man suddenly picked them up. As the cock that had been filling him emptied, thick fluids leaked out.

“Haa, hik.”

With that immense feeling of weakness, Eun-myeong trembled like a puppy peeing. 

He wondered what the man was onto now, but the man tore open the plastic roughly. Then he took out the coffee-colored tights and rolled them down.

“I don’t want to wear that.”

He thought he had finally lost his mind. Eun-myeong tried to push the man’s hand away with his foot, saying he didn’t want to, but the man just laughed as if it were nothing.

“If a customer asks, you have to do what they want. The customer is king, you know.”

The man didn’t seem to have any intention of letting it go. Eun-myeong’s face turned red, and he had no choice but to put his foot into the stocking hole.

The soft fabric wrapped around his stiff cock. As the fabric brushed against his pubic hair, it made a rustling sound, like stepping on fallen leaves. The shame was indescribable, and Eun-myeong felt his tears well up.

With the stockings on his legs, only the buttocks part was torn off. Eun-myeong, looking like a pervert, was thrust ruthlessly into, as if he were a stake being driven into the ground.

“Eu, hik, hnnngh.”

Clunk.

He was trying to suppress the sound as much as possible while giving his rear, but Eun-myeong flinched at the sound that brushed past from outside. For a moment, he wondered if he had misheard, and he hunched his shoulders. Then, as if to confirm, a voice was heard.

“Eun-myeong.”

His ears perked up sensitively at the sound coming from the small window. In that instant, the hat that his aunt had left behind flashed before Eun-myeong’s eyes.

…He was screwed. What if she saw him like this?